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Thirty Four
Chief Inspector Eallric Hancey walked down Mariners Spur with the warm wind pushing in his opposite direction as he passed by white marbled high rising buildings with splendid gardens and peaceful patios, to seedy bungalows that screamed ‘Penury’ and ‘Paucity’ in silence; side by side one another.
This was one of the moments Eallric wished his Peugeot 404 was with him - and not in the slothful hands of his mechanic whom Eallric could bet wasn't half done with his vehicle.
Withheld anger swept through him at the thought for he was not being as mobile as he wanted because of his lazy repairman, then, sequences of memories in quick successions played in his subconscious and the source of his anger gradually shifted from his machinist to the Calgibrie Forensic Pathology Institute on Bart Row.He walked on still, down Mariners Spur, with the document in his hand; a few pages flipping with the wind, and came
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“What'd you say?”Gerey asked, fully diverting his attention to the Jeyrin - the brownie whose eyes were wide and shining from below the table.“A tyronimic. It's coming - fast. In my world, we are trained to use our acute smell detection to keep safe. We can tell tyronimics from, Certoana, Xaryan and other - beasts, to the ones that crawl to ones that fly.”A tyronimic was coming. Gerey heard Jeyrin perfectly well this time around. He turned to survey the vicinity.A woman - who was getting frustrated, was pointing at a colour book to her daughter who had no interest, “I said pink.” Not far from the woman and her daughter was a family - the mother and two daughters having ridiculously large dotted bows hanging from their light brown hair making them look like gifts waiting to be unwrapped. The father was picking books on arithmetic for them with a scowl on his face.
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Suddenly, the cheers, applauds and gaiety showered on Gerey felt irking and irritating, too, like tasting the slime of a slug.He pushed the happy chants of the ‘Ingfallers’ which were in hundreds out of his mind as he gripped his black bag firmly, and turned his head side ways in a frenzy, searching for Jeyrin.He didn't mind that he had to get out of there before the cops came - for his sake, no. He was bothered about something - or someone who was just as important to him as he was to himself.His eyes expanded, pupils dilated, heart trembled over his ribcage and he was beginning to feel unwell as the scenes around him danced in an haze.The people who were beginning to leave the site for two reasons; One being that they had to go about there business - and avoid the cops, the second being that they scurried away in fright before another ‘of those beasts’ came, caused the chants
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Gerey tucked Jeyrin into his bag and slung him over his shoulder hurriedly as he looked up with wide, unblinking eyes at the sky that was darkening like an artist was spraying it with black.He looked downwards at Aerorn after a short while, “Where do you stay?”“Carnoustie Crescent.”“Wait. That's where Cwena stays,too. I guess you know her. Almost everyone does.”“Yeah, I do know her and I know, too, that we live on the same street. Our houses are two buildings apart. But - she doesn't move with people like me. She's too smart to mingle with -”“That's definitely not Cwena.” Gerey interjected. “The girl I grew up knowing right from Nursery is the sweetest person I know. Tell you what, how about we meet at her place maybe on Wednesday. I owe you an explanation.“Oh okay? I really hope -&rd
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For the next two days that passed, no one felt as much trouble, pain, discomfort, disconnection and guilt being with ones family in all of Ingfalls as Eallric did. As he got home that gloomy evening which was teemed with darkness and brewing doom, he walked straight into the unsmiling physique of Brione who repeated the same billion dollar or to be more exact, future defining question she had asked when he was in his office at Mariners Spur.“Who is Lene Woodye?”He didn't know what to reply, or maybe he did but just didn't know how to.“An NCU TV reporter...”Brione's usual calmness exploded and even Gerey who was in his room - with Jeyrin, heard the din that shuddered through the entire building from her.“That's all what you have to say? An NCU TV reporter? You're being unbelievable right now!”Eallric walked closer to
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“The world is dying.”Those would have been the words of either a blind folk (who was going to die anyways) or an optimist - who spoke with fear filling his heart as it did with others - as there was no hope that each breath wasn't the last, each hour wasn't the ultimate and each day wasn't the final and concluding part of their lives.A realist who had no worry speaking the truth knew that the world wasn't ‘dying’. No. It was dead already and urgently needed a resuscitation - if possible.Every connection to the outside world was extinct. Landlines were speechless and whoever put them to his ear, perhaps in fear, calling the police as tyronimics broke apart his place of shelter, was welcomed by a dull, unending hush, which continued till the tyronimic clawed off the neck of his kids, hacked the organs of his wife and slashed through his feeble skin, tearing out intestines, kidneys, hearts
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Out in the open world, things were going smoothly for Eallric as he drove through the familiar highways (like Coalrior) which just like before, were filled with people, but this time around, all defunct.Eallric cringed everytime his novel Peugeot 404 ran over a body as it affected the car's balance or worse, caused the bones it ran over to crush into powder - or something like that. But still, he couldn't stop for a moment to check out anything and so he drove on.Truly, the world was deserted, but that was what someone that hadn't had a taste of what the outside world looked like would've said. If they did - Just like Eallric was doing, it will be said that the world is inanimate.He pulled into another lane - filled with unmoving frames that fell left and right - with broken limbs, dispersed ribcages, grinded, black bodies and so on like rows of resplendent garden flowers will at a wedding party till t
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There was a little hole in the fancy door which was meant to keep Lene Woodye from the rest of the world. Eallric, though, was impressed. This woman had managed to carve out the life she wanted - in a fancy Estate, Traquar Demesne, and was apparently enjoying her life being an independent bachelorette with a well paying job that allowed her to express her fashion almost as much as she wanted, to any extent.He peeked through the hole but couldn't see anything. All was dark.With his pistol in his hands, he tried twisting the doorknob but it wouldn't budge. It was locked, hopefully, from the inside.Eallric looked around him again. Ruins. Lene's home, too, had been demolished quite a little but not up to half as much as the ones Eallric could see. The tyronimics were definitely one heck of a problem and for a split second, Eallric didn't blame those at the top of the totem pole - those that made up the government.
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Luckily for both Inspector Eallric Hancey and Lene Woodye, they met no tyronimic on their way to the station which was located at Gapler Course - a mere two minutes drive from one of the many military bases in Ingfalls.The tyronimic which hastened their journey greatly right from 56, Hubers Street, Traquar Demesne, gave chase to the inexorable Peugeot 404 that mashed and squashed bodies, speeding through bumpy asphalts and past wrecked and dilapidated edifices, as Lene ordered Eallric along the right path, all the way to Fontanna Grounds where it realized that it could go no further.If there was one thing Eallric learnt as he drove to Lene's command, it was that tyronimics were very energetic and almost indefatigable and he wasn't sure if it was in the report he'd gotten from Calgibrie Forensic Pathology Institute but it was something he'd ended up learning.After a while with the car's engine purring down uninhabited ro
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